It's been 1+month, and I really really need to scribble something here. Life's been good, but we're no longer students who just go for classes anymore. This time, its the hospital. The real thing. Especially in a busy hospital like Hospital Sultanah Aminah, where you get all kinds of weird cases every day. Every day is a different experience, some good, some not so good.

Imagine seeing someone your age dying in the ward. And it took her 1 whole month. From joint pain to vision problem, suspected meningitis to epileptic attacks. To the ICU and back to the medical ward. Joint pain, vision problem, severe abdominal pain. Then she died. Without a proper diagnosis. Different doctors gave her different diagnosis, and non of them seemed to fit into her condition.

I don't know. It is really heart-aching, even though I've never talked to her before. I saw her having fits with my own eyes, and how the medical team rescued her. Her mother crying and screaming in the wards, almost went down on her knees begging the doctors to save her daughter. Seriously, I almost shed tears even though I know clearly in my mind that I'm not supposed to be so emotional. When my colleague told me about her death yesterday, I just didn't know how to feel. Or rather what to feel. Sigh.

Oh btw. JB is a lousy place. Good night.